Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Ossler,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.